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Nancy
was
already
cooking
breakfast
:
a
pile
of
pancakes
,
sizzling
bacon
,
perfect
eggs
,
and
coffee
.
He
looked
in
the
peak
of
health
.
"
My
head
hurts
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
You
get
a
good
breakfast
inside
you
,
you
’
ll
feel
like
a
new
man
.
"
"
I
’
d
rather
feel
like
the
same
man
,
just
with
a
different
head
,
"
said
Shadow
.
"
Eat
,
"
said
Mr
.
Nancy
.
Shadow
ate
.
"
How
do
you
feel
now
?
"
"
Like
I
’
ve
got
a
headache
,
only
now
I
’
ve
got
some
food
in
my
stomach
and
I
think
I
’
m
going
to
throw
up
.
"
"
Come
with
me
.
"
Beside
the
sofa
,
on
which
Shadow
had
spent
the
night
,
covered
with
an
African
blanket
,
was
a
trunk
,
made
of
some
dark
wood
,
which
looked
like
an
undersized
pirate
chest
.
Mr
.
Nancy
undid
the
padlock
,
and
opened
the
lid
.
Inside
the
trunk
there
were
a
number
of
boxes
.
Nancy
rummaged
among
the
boxes
.
"
It
’
s
an
ancient
African
herbal
remedy
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
’
s
made
of
ground
willow
bark
,
things
like
that
.
"
"
Like
aspirin
?
"
"
Yup
,
"
said
Mr
.
Nancy
.
"
Just
like
that
.
"
From
the
bottom
of
the
trunk
he
produced
a
giant
economy
-
sized
bottle
of
generic
aspirin
.
He
unscrewed
the
top
,
and
shook
out
a
couple
of
white
pills
.
"
Here
.
"
